"His Echo"

 

It has been a year.  
Three months.    
 
A year.  
Three months.  
 
I could still hear the knock on the door, the beep of his car.  
My flattering heart , the anticipation. The longing.  The nerves.    
 
They all rolled into the drum of his heart and have an echo that doesn't leave.  
 
It skips a beat.  It longs for the knock of the door.    
His lips and my mine.    
 
J'adore, j'adore  
pourquoi mon amour s'enfuit avec mon coeur, j'aime, je l'aime  
 
vous fuyez, avec des ailes et votre écho reste,  
écho reste,  
( I love it. I love it.
why my love runs away with my heart, I love, I love. You flee, with wings and your echo remains,
echo stays)
 
Your echo remains.